The composition of the first spring outing in junior high school, 700 words.

1. 700-word composition for spring outing in the first day of junior high school.

In the early spring, Beijing was sunny, and the warm spring breeze accompanied her classmates Liang Xiao and Xiao Du to Yeyahu Wetland Park. Yeyahu Wetland is located in Yanqing Town, northwest of Yanqing County, Beijing. It has many types of wetlands, such as reservoirs, rivers, swamps, seasonal floodplains and so on. It is a wetland ecological zone in Beijing.

We arrived at Wild Duck Lake at noon. Being far away from Beijing, the temperature here is lower than that in the urban area. We didn't see peach blossoms and winter jasmine in full bloom in early spring. It is still solemn here, but the ice and snow have melted, everything has revived, and small animals have begun to become active. I saw flocks of wild ducks swimming freely on the rugged lake, and several swans proudly held their heads high and stretched out their long necks with elegant postures.

Not far away, the great bustard is peacefully foraging in the shallows, and two eagles are soaring in the sky. In the early spring, the Wild Duck Lake is changing in the warm spring day, shining with starlight, while the distant mountains wake up from their deep sleep and freeze the beautiful image of spring, all of which constitute a harmonious and beautiful picture. My friends and I threw the bait at the duck in our hands. The ducklings chased us, scrambling to find food to throw into the water. So cute!

On the dirt road by the lake, some tourists ride tandem bicycles and ride leisurely on the road around the lake, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. In the spring breeze, we put the kite in our hands, and the smiling kite flutters in the wind under the pure blue sky.

The afterglow of the sunset sent us all the way back to the city, and the beautiful scenery of Wild Duck Lake still appeared from time to time. She is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the air is fresh and humid. She purifies our hearts and relaxes our souls. Wetlands, like forests and oceans, have always been regarded as one of the most important life support systems on earth, and are called "kidney of the earth", "Cradle of Life" and "Cradle of Civilization". We should cherish our wetlands and our homes. My heart silently meets the wild duck lake: we will meet again in summer!

2. Composition for the first spring outing, 700 words.

Today in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we didn't go to the cemetery to sweep graves as usual, but went for an outing in Anhui.

Our destination this time is Xidi and Hongcun, the ancient villages of Anhui, a world cultural heritage. Our family drove to Yixian for more than four hours, and soon we met a row of ancient villages-Hongcun, which is also a national 5A-level tourist attraction.

We entered Hongcun, and the dense bluestone road made us dizzy. The alley is very narrow and long, and some houses around it have been blackened by wind and rain, but they cannot hide their simplicity and purity. The roof of the house is corrugated, and the morning dew flows down from the roof. The sound of "tick-tock" makes the village seem extraordinarily quiet.

Walking, inadvertently came to the most beautiful place in Hongcun-Nanhu. The blue waves are rippling and crystal clear, and several rows of houses are dotted around the lake, forming a beautiful picture with the South Lake. Among the reeds, ducks are singing, and a group of ducks are playing around the reeds. Their shapes are symmetrical to the still water map, and they move quietly, making the lake come alive. Spring makes it full of vitality. The weeping willows by the lake have sprouted, like the hair of a girl in Nanhu. The breeze blows, branches dance, leaves rustle and ducks croak and sing. The South Lake in the morning is like a girl who is dressing up. It's really appropriate to wear light makeup.

The South Lake in the sunset has added a lot of color to it, and it has a unique flavor. Against the red clouds, the willows put on a red coat. The reflection floats, birds fly and fish jump, just like a paradise on earth.

South Lake is full of spring, Xia Feng is full of flowers, autumn leaves are falling out of the water, and the residual bridge is beautiful and magical because of it.

3. There are 700 words in the composition of the first spring outing.

It's the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day again, and the continuous drizzle is like a net, which binds the city and everyone more together. No wonder Du Mu said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." What you said is true!

Early in the morning, my mother woke me up at seven or eight in the morning and asked me, "Do you want to go to Hutou Mountain for an outing?" I slipped out of bed, and after all the arrangements were made, the family went out angrily under the cry of my father. Along the way, cars filed forward like running water in Ma Rulong, and marched bravely like a long train. Dad told me that because most cemeteries are located in the suburbs, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is in late spring, the whole family often go out to enjoy the beautiful scenery and family happiness, so "outing" has become an important activity in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

When I arrived at Hutou Mountain, it was raining in Mao Mao, and there was fog everywhere. The air was clear, and I looked at the distance. Clouds hovering in the mountains, I feel as if I am in a fairy international, a paradise, and my body is very comfortable. After a new rain, the leaves look greener, birds are singing between the branches and treetops, and the sweet birdsong echoes in the ears. They look forward to themselves among the treetops, and like noble kings, they are applauded by the public!

Let's skip along the winding mountain road. Far away, there were bursts of laughter in the mountains. Tomb-Sweeping Day-On a sad day, you can keep smiling and heart to heart. Legend has it that when Liu Bang returned home in triumph, the stone tablets in his native land were staggered for a long time, and his parents' graves were unrecognizable, so he threw the paper in his hand into the air. At first glance, the paper stopped in front of a grave, and the wind could not move. Liu Bang was very happy. It was his parents' grave, so he went to the grave to worship on that day every year. This is the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Although our family doesn't have to go to the grave, I have a very meaningful day. Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a shy and timid girl, but her heart is full of enthusiasm and heart-to-heart. Looking back and smiling, she always fascinated me deeply.

4. Composition for the first spring outing, 700 words.

Another year, Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived. Tomb-Sweeping Day first started in the Zhou Dynasty in China, about 2000 years ago, and played an important role in the traditional festivals in China. It rains in Mao Mao around April 5 every year. The ancients said that "it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying", which more vividly depicts the picture of Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the outing festival, indicates the arrival of spring, everything begins to recover, and the earth is full of vitality. It is really infinitely beautiful. Every household is very busy at this time of year, and the custom of paying homage to the grave and remembering the ancestors begins. Of course, every place has different customs and rituals.

My hometown is located in Hengshan Mountain, one of the beautiful five mountains. When I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people in my hometown prepared paper money, incense and fruit offerings at home. Early in the morning, every family, old and young, stepped on the mountain road and went to the graves of their ancestors in tandem.

Because it is in the mountainous area, most people have to take the mountain road to sweep the grave. Mountain roads are not easy to walk. Even if dew wets the trouser legs and thorns hook the clothes, it can't stop people from remembering their ancestors. Whenever I see this scene, I can't help but feel the strong color brought by this local customs to my hometown.

Then along the mountain road, our family came to the grave of our ancestors and began to clean up the weeds around, that is, to sweep the grave. Then there is sacrifice. The general process is as follows: first, arrange sacrifices in front of the grave, offer three glasses of wine, light three sticks of incense, light paper money, and then fire a gun. Finally, a bow-down ceremony was held to pray for the blessings of the ancestors. Then we will go to the graves of other ancestors and hold the same ceremony until the end.

Every ceremony and every move is solemn, representing people's memory of their ancestors. Although the process is simple, they are very satisfied and happy that Tomb-Sweeping Day can visit the grave with his family every year. After all, it only happens once a year.

This is my hometown of Tomb-Sweeping Day, simple and solemn, perhaps more of a feeling!

5. 700 words for the first spring outing composition.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China. On this day, people will worship their ancestors and go for an outing. Therefore, Tomb-Sweeping Day is also called "Youth Day".

According to legend, Tomb-Sweeping Day was one of the five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period, and Jin Wengong named Jiexiu Memorial Day as Cold Food Festival to commemorate Jiexiu. Tomb-Sweeping Day that morning, my uncle asked us to visit the grave.

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." It didn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year. Going to the grave in the morning, the warm sunshine shines on the body, which makes people feel happy. We went to the top of the mountain to sweep the grave. Looking down from the top of the mountain, a white belt extends to Chongshan, surrounded by golden rape flowers, green fields, beautiful fish ponds and a small temple. The river flows around the flowers, and bloom is beside the river, which is amazing. What a beautiful nature!

In the forest, the grass is covered with dew, like pearls, and small wildflowers on the roadside are in full bloom, dotted with the forest. Bamboo shoots growing from rocks thrive. The buds on the branches covered the trees with green. Everything in this mountain forest is like a beautiful spring scene.

After sweeping the grave, we walked down the hill. A gust of wind blew, bamboo rustled into a symphony, birds sang happily, firecrackers sounded like an interlude, and everything in the forest seemed to be singing. The small wildflowers, grass and us on the roadside are the audience of this concert. We are all immersed in this wonderful music.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, I can't help thinking of my underground ancestors. It is their struggle that has made us who we are today; It is their unremitting efforts that make our life so beautiful; It is their dedication that makes us happy today. Everything about us was bought by our ancestors with blood. Although they have been buried underground, we will never forget them, and we will never forget that they have made efforts and youth for the happiness of future generations.